Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.